As shocking as the reality was, it seemed so untrue. It was clear that Brittany was the one in the picture. It was the city lounge where she had visited and invited Richard to come to. Maxwell wouldn't be surprised. He met with her a couple of times in that exact location, but had it not been for Celine's sharp vision, he would not have spotted the ring on his finger. That was the couple's wedding ring. Maxwell was the one who went to get that ring to propose to who he wanted to marry.
Maxwell and Celine had no other option than to make each other happy. The days spent together only got them closer and closer. Celine found a peace in Maxwell that her husband Richard couldn't bring to the table. Maxwell on the other hand enjoyed every moment, but both had their fears. They feared the moments they shared would be cut short soon....Celine stepped out of the house dressed in a gorgeous red gown that brought out her curves and endowment as a beauty queen. <A black SUV limousine steered through the security protocols of Donald's luxurious premises. The eyes of Lucy were glued to the glasses as she absorbed the wonder of the place. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she turned to her best friend, Jennifer. Jennifer chuckled. "Come on, girl. You should get a hold of yourself. Have some class." Lucy scoffed at her. "Some class you say? You see this whole stuff, right? That's what you call class. Damn it! Your man is the real deal!" Jennifer smiled knowingly. Her boyfriend, Richie Donald, was well made. In fact, one could say that his surname, Richie, had a way of bringing riches to his path. "Take a chill pill, girl," Jennifer replied. "And compose yourself. It's not like you've not seen my man before." "I have seen him, not his house. Your man has a place like this and you have never thought of bringing me here." The SUV limousine drove into a garage and came to a stop. The driver quickly hopped out and opened the door for Jennifer
"Someone is still here." She announced and moved her gaze away before they could turn their attention to her.Thirty minutes later, the three were seated in a roundtable by the swimming pool of Donald's residence. Lucy could not still get her eyes off the luxurious status her best friend's boyfriend exhumed. "Uhm.. do you drink?" Donald asked Lucy. He already knew that his girlfriend didn't drink. So, there was no need asking. Lucy nodded with a sheepish smile all over her face. "I do.. I do," she said. Jennifer eyed her suspiciously. "She doesn't!" It was strange to her. Knowing her friend well enough, she knew Lucy didn't drink. But her response to Donald's question was so out-of-the-blue that she found herself wondering if there was something not sitting right with Lucy. Donald chuckled. "But she just said she does," he replied. "Lucy does not drink!" Jennifer protested. "I know my friend well enough." Lucy giggled. "You aren't me, are you? Come on, Jennifer. I'm an adult. I
Donald was distracted. With Lucy's leg moving all over him beneath the table, he could barely think straight. He wanted to tell her to stop but for some odd reasons, he wanted it to last a bit longer. Jennifer, his girlfriend, was undoubtedly beautiful and gorgeous. However, he felt she was modest to a fault. Dating someone who was inclined to her work-life before computers, always punching digits, was a gradual turn off. Jennifer had the simplicity of a corporate girl. But Lucy, on the other hand, had the dirty mind any man would crave at some points. Donald, knocked her leg off him with his hand, causing the table to shake slightly. Jennifer eyed him. "Sweetheart, is there a problem?" "No," Donald replied almost at the same time. "Why…do you ask?" Jennifer smiled, trying not to speak randomly. "You seem not to be relaxed. Is something bothering you?" Lucy chuckled and cut in. "He is probably thinking of having sex right now." Jennifer blushed at the statement. "Geez, Lucy," sh
Donald was struck by the sight before him. He wanted to yell at her but there was a lump suddenly stuck in his throat. What was Lucy doing in his room? It was even odd to think Lucy was able to find her way to his room. The house was big, really big. How the hell was she then able to figure out which of the rooms was his?"What…are you doing..here?" Donald asked. Lucy grinned broadly and took slow but enchanting steps towards him. "What does it feel.like I'm doing here?" Donald shut his eyes and opened it. He was trying hard to push away the thought of Lucy sexually. He suddenly started to notice the thighs. He didn't want that. He had someone dear to him. That was Lucy's best friend. Even if he would cheat, it just didn't have to be with her best friend. "You know what you are doing, don't you?" He asked her as he flicked his eyes open. " How did you find your way to this place?"Lucy chuckled. "Which of the questions should I answer
Jennifer sat in front of her boyfriend's Mercedes Benz with the traces of concern and worry boldly unscripted on her face. Her eyes were almost tightly glued on the glass. She only wanted to see one person. That was Lucy. Donald glanced at her from time to time. How was he supposed to let her know that there was no reason for her to be worried? Jennifer somehow believed the cheap lie Donald had told her earlier on. According to the man she loved, Lucy had somehow walked off in her drunken state without knowing. "Babe, I already told you to relax your nerves," Donald said to her in a slightly tense tone. He was going crazy by the way Jennifer was acting. Jennifer turned to him. Her eyes were almost watery. It was obvious she loved her best friend so dearly. Little did she know the love was not mutual in any way. "Are you being serious right now?" She asked. "Are you asking me to not worry about my best friend? Do you know what she means to me?"
Oh my goodness," Lucy said. "I thought I would never make it out of here. "Please, help me out." She stretched her hand for him to grab. But Donald was not in the mood for any of this. He had just followed an untrustworthy friend of Jennifer to play games behind her back. He loved Jennifer. They loved each other a whole lot. And the time had come when he started to consider putting a ring on her finger to seal her officially as his. As a matter of fact, he had intended to propose to her tonight. But with the sudden turn of events, it was difficult to go on with the plans. He reluctantly grabbed her hand and helped her out. "You know," she said, "you could have simply let me remain in your house." Donald was infuriated by her words. He pushed her against the car with a fiery glare in his eyes. "Ugh!" Lucy let out a faked moan. Donald let go immediately and stroked his hair in frustration. "What has gotten into you?!" Lucy grinned. "Is this how you handle my friend in bed? I like
Lucy purposely didn't return home last night. She needed to make sure that her lie was properly cooked. If she had returned home without being found or simply on her own, it would have been suspicious. So, she spent the night away to give her best friend a proper reason to be concerned about her. After the time spent with Donald a few meters from the house,she insisted that she would follow him back to his house and spend the night there. But Donald had no room in his heart to entertain her nuisance. However, at the same time, he cared for his love, Jennifer, well enough to not let her feel the heartbreak of being betrayed by a trusted friend. So, he opted to keep her in a hotel from which she would find her way home the next morning. Lucy was up on her feet dialing the line of Donald as early as six-thirty in the morning. "Hello, babe," Donald's voice creeped into her ears through the phone. "I think something might have happened to Lucy," she said in a nervous tone. "She's not ba
The mention of the gold ring made Lucy feel a slight sense of discomfort. She was wearing the ring on her finger and was not mindful enough to have taken it out before she got home. But then, Jennifer already saw it. She had to play along. "Oh yes, he did," she continued with her lie. "That's so cute," Jennifer said with a lovely smile on her face. "But you could have told me, you know. We are best friends." Lucy gave her a false smile. "I'm so sorry. Don't worry you will get to meet with him soon." A cute smile crossed the face of Jennifer. Little did she know that the person she trusted with every good thing in her was scheming the most dreadful betrayal. "I can't wait to meet your man," she said. "But you will have to make me a promise. You know, right?" "Promise?" Lucy asked. Jennifer nodded. "A promise that I will see him soon." Lucy forced a chuckle. "Of course, you will. And yeah, I got you a few things." "That's so sweet of you, Lucy. But I don't think I can s